State of the union, people.
Jan. 25th, 2011 08:31 amAnd now we discuss the state of the union. Not politically or even realistically because, really, the union is pretty fucked up, all things considered. But really, the state of the Impy. That'd be me for those just tuning in.
On the pain scale, my head is killing me. But I suspect this is a combination of wisdom tooth HELL and sleeping too long (oops) as well as on my side with my ponytail being pulled. So it's my fault, really.
Flipside of the pain is the fact that people are again coupling and now they're nesting all around me. Sometimes I'm content to just think, "aww, babies" and sometimes I get a little twitchy about feeling left behind. The plus side to this is that I'm not currently super lonely even with all these couples surrounding me and us running towards Valentines full stop. I consider this a good thing.
The nephew is adorable still, but the school's inability to realize that something is seriously effing wrong is probably going to give me my first grey hair. He's nine. He should be able to read and retain knowledge and yet his brain is not retaining things he learned two years ago. One of his doctors has finally realized HEY. This isn't right. I miss the teachers he had last year and the year before. This one is just... not getting it? I don't know.
That said, I'm not entirely sure what the hell I'm supposed to do anymore. Anything I say is immediately contradicted, even if I'm merely parroting what was just said. And it's not even as if it's my brother being contrary because I'm the older sister and years of conditioning have taught him to immediately say the opposite of what I've said. It's everyone. Dad does this a little less because he usually comes in at the end of any given statement and just tries to reinforce that (which isn't always helpful if you're saying not to do something and he misses the not portion) but Mom and the boy? All. The. Damn. Time. So... I've kind of given up. :/ If nothing I say is backed up, then what's the point?
Le sigh.
Moving right along, we head to the land of books. I need to go on a small requesting spree at the library. I should have actually ventured to the library itself yesterday, but no one was awake and it's too far to walk, what with them screwing around with the greenway and the road out of the neighborhood. Otherwise yesterday seemed just cool enough for a walk. (By the time you warm up enough to overheat, you'll be at your destination.) So if you've got any book recommendations, now is the time to share. My 2011 reading list is pretty friggin' small thus far. And I completely flaked out on my 2010 one after awhile. Sad.
Mail call. I'm waiting on three packages and I need to send at least one. I'm waiting on books for my SV/BSC exchange, my MH-goodness from
zallia, and my B&W Frankie from Justice. Yes, when they clearanced her, I finally caved. This way the only ones I'm missing are Holt and Jackson, and I'll add them sometime soon, I hope. Plus another Ghoulia so that she won't be the only one not twinned.
And now for a picture!

If this screws up your friends' page, lemme know, but I'm going by mine and mine is freakishly small so... Anyway. This is to compare various AG skintones. Of which I thought there were more, but I think the crazy thoughts or they don't really translate to photographs done by crappy photographers (me!). Whichever.
I thought I'd compare Sonali (whom I gather is one of the darkest dolls) with Kanani (billed as 'medium'), and then Ivy (hullo, Chinese doll from the 70's), Samantha (pre-Mattel), and Felicity (Mattel and pretty much brand new). In person, Samantha is darker than Felicity and Ivy, but either her hands aren't or it just didn't really show up, so it looks kind of weird comparison wise. But there was a method to my madness, I swear.
Off screen, Sonali is being held up by a bottle of whiskey. :P [ Shot with my Bitty Twin looking like the others killed her.] And yes, just about everyone is wearing pajamas. Ivy and Kanani are probably wearing the least warm 'jamas, while Sonali is quite happy to be wearing long sleeves.
Almost time to go do some laundry, watch some PLL, and find something to munch 'n crunch. Oh, and this morning I got to ride to school with Widget since both Mums and Dad were ill and the boy cannot be alone with his son til the court changes its mind. Funsies. It wasn't bad since I love early winter mornings, honestly.
On the pain scale, my head is killing me. But I suspect this is a combination of wisdom tooth HELL and sleeping too long (oops) as well as on my side with my ponytail being pulled. So it's my fault, really.
Flipside of the pain is the fact that people are again coupling and now they're nesting all around me. Sometimes I'm content to just think, "aww, babies" and sometimes I get a little twitchy about feeling left behind. The plus side to this is that I'm not currently super lonely even with all these couples surrounding me and us running towards Valentines full stop. I consider this a good thing.
The nephew is adorable still, but the school's inability to realize that something is seriously effing wrong is probably going to give me my first grey hair. He's nine. He should be able to read and retain knowledge and yet his brain is not retaining things he learned two years ago. One of his doctors has finally realized HEY. This isn't right. I miss the teachers he had last year and the year before. This one is just... not getting it? I don't know.
That said, I'm not entirely sure what the hell I'm supposed to do anymore. Anything I say is immediately contradicted, even if I'm merely parroting what was just said. And it's not even as if it's my brother being contrary because I'm the older sister and years of conditioning have taught him to immediately say the opposite of what I've said. It's everyone. Dad does this a little less because he usually comes in at the end of any given statement and just tries to reinforce that (which isn't always helpful if you're saying not to do something and he misses the not portion) but Mom and the boy? All. The. Damn. Time. So... I've kind of given up. :/ If nothing I say is backed up, then what's the point?
Le sigh.
Moving right along, we head to the land of books. I need to go on a small requesting spree at the library. I should have actually ventured to the library itself yesterday, but no one was awake and it's too far to walk, what with them screwing around with the greenway and the road out of the neighborhood. Otherwise yesterday seemed just cool enough for a walk. (By the time you warm up enough to overheat, you'll be at your destination.) So if you've got any book recommendations, now is the time to share. My 2011 reading list is pretty friggin' small thus far. And I completely flaked out on my 2010 one after awhile. Sad.
Mail call. I'm waiting on three packages and I need to send at least one. I'm waiting on books for my SV/BSC exchange, my MH-goodness from
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And now for a picture!

If this screws up your friends' page, lemme know, but I'm going by mine and mine is freakishly small so... Anyway. This is to compare various AG skintones. Of which I thought there were more, but I think the crazy thoughts or they don't really translate to photographs done by crappy photographers (me!). Whichever.
I thought I'd compare Sonali (whom I gather is one of the darkest dolls) with Kanani (billed as 'medium'), and then Ivy (hullo, Chinese doll from the 70's), Samantha (pre-Mattel), and Felicity (Mattel and pretty much brand new). In person, Samantha is darker than Felicity and Ivy, but either her hands aren't or it just didn't really show up, so it looks kind of weird comparison wise. But there was a method to my madness, I swear.
Off screen, Sonali is being held up by a bottle of whiskey. :P [ Shot with my Bitty Twin looking like the others killed her.] And yes, just about everyone is wearing pajamas. Ivy and Kanani are probably wearing the least warm 'jamas, while Sonali is quite happy to be wearing long sleeves.
Almost time to go do some laundry, watch some PLL, and find something to munch 'n crunch. Oh, and this morning I got to ride to school with Widget since both Mums and Dad were ill and the boy cannot be alone with his son til the court changes its mind. Funsies. It wasn't bad since I love early winter mornings, honestly.